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Samhain Ball Redux - Second Star to the Right
Something flits through the skies of the Nexus, bobbing and swooping only to climb again, an ecstatic aerial dance. At last, mirth of the moment giving way to some other whim, the flying figure drifts groundward, turning and drifting like a falling leaf until his feet, clad in pointed-toed green suede moccasins alight. Forest green tights hug lean legs all the way up to a bright green tunic, belted with rich brown leather and a bright brass buckle. On his left hip hang a set of pan pipes; on his right, a black-handled knife. An impish grin curls his lips, his eyes sparkle with the promise of mischief, and a pert green cap sits atop his head, crowned by a lone red feather. Could this be the black-suited GQ cover model who makes himself ubiquitous in the better-traveled spaces of the Nexus? Could it be Schön?
It is. "People of the Nexus, friends, in the world from which I hail we stand on the cusp of a special day, a harvest-fest when the walls between worlds grow thin, when masks and costumes are worn to frighten away wicked spirits--or to invite them in on more congenial terms. Today we bid Summer adieu, and raise fire and song to meet the long night! Join me, for an evening to last a lifetime, and a farewell to a season well-loved." His hand rises, pointing to where two bright beacons blaze in the churn of the Nexus' heavens. "Second star to the right, and we'll keep on 'til morning!" Crowing with laughter, he soars for that distant point like an arrow, leaving a trail of sparkling, glittering motes of light for anyone interested to follow.
Perched on the border between the parklands and the residential district, the night sky is like a pillow of iridescent black velvet, on which have been scattered an embarrassment of diamonds. Like an enormous pumpkin, a harvest moon presides over the shimmering vista, orange and plump. The air is cool and crisp, punctuated by the crackling hiss of dry leaves in motion every time a breeze picks up.
At the center of it all sits a stately house of Gothic style, ivy-clad and waiting. A square tower stands vigil over the entryway, tall windows overlooking the flagstone drive looping around a fountain full of water as blue and bright as a tropical sea. In the fountain stands an island, and if one peers closely enough, one might imagine they see figures moving about--on the deck of the tiny ship anchored in a cove, or swimming and splashing in a lagoon, or even creeping through the wooded interior. Of the house, the windows of the wings seem dark, perhaps waiting, but the line of the roof is limned with some glow from beyond, and the faint throb of distant music promises that the evening holds more than surfaces. The door stands open, a silent invitation to every brave soul who passes by.
It is. "People of the Nexus, friends, in the world from which I hail we stand on the cusp of a special day, a harvest-fest when the walls between worlds grow thin, when masks and costumes are worn to frighten away wicked spirits--or to invite them in on more congenial terms. Today we bid Summer adieu, and raise fire and song to meet the long night! Join me, for an evening to last a lifetime, and a farewell to a season well-loved." His hand rises, pointing to where two bright beacons blaze in the churn of the Nexus' heavens. "Second star to the right, and we'll keep on 'til morning!" Crowing with laughter, he soars for that distant point like an arrow, leaving a trail of sparkling, glittering motes of light for anyone interested to follow.
Perched on the border between the parklands and the residential district, the night sky is like a pillow of iridescent black velvet, on which have been scattered an embarrassment of diamonds. Like an enormous pumpkin, a harvest moon presides over the shimmering vista, orange and plump. The air is cool and crisp, punctuated by the crackling hiss of dry leaves in motion every time a breeze picks up.
At the center of it all sits a stately house of Gothic style, ivy-clad and waiting. A square tower stands vigil over the entryway, tall windows overlooking the flagstone drive looping around a fountain full of water as blue and bright as a tropical sea. In the fountain stands an island, and if one peers closely enough, one might imagine they see figures moving about--on the deck of the tiny ship anchored in a cove, or swimming and splashing in a lagoon, or even creeping through the wooded interior. Of the house, the windows of the wings seem dark, perhaps waiting, but the line of the roof is limned with some glow from beyond, and the faint throb of distant music promises that the evening holds more than surfaces. The door stands open, a silent invitation to every brave soul who passes by.
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Shinki are very good at hiding.
He's in the gardens, wandering calmly amidst the plants there. He pauses before a bush of fragrant roses and leans in to sniff gently, nodding his approval at the scent before continuing on. This is really a wonderful place; he's glad he had the time to stop by.
Now if only he could have brought his lady with him...but no, not this time.
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There's a boy of eleven or twelve poking around the gardens, exploring nooks and crannies with the boundless curiosity of youth (and the boundless energy bestowed by that sweet-sweet punch he's carrying). He's dressed in worn jeans, scuffed sneakers, and a green hooded sweatshirt. It may look like the casual wear of a twenty-first century street urchin, but it's a costume, promise! Would he lie?
Catching a glimpse of the man, he flashes a grin and waves a greeting. "Happy Halloween!" he calls, digging a Starkphone out of one of his hoodie's pockets and pointing its camera at the man. "What's your costume?"
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Especially prank-y ones."Me? Oh, nothing spectacular really. Have you heard of Bishamonten, the God of War?" He pauses for a moment, then amends himself a bit - "Well, Goddess, in this case, but--"
Yes, he's dressed in his lady's clothes. They're...quite revealing. On a woman, they'd likely show a goodly amount of cleavage, but on either gender they show an equally goodly amount of leg. At least they do fall short of obscenity.
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Then she spares a glance for his companion, and after a moment remembers the young man. He gets a smile as she shifts her hold on Loki to a hug. "Hello again... Kazuma?"
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He's not at all fussed by Verity's flying or sudden appearance out of seemingly nowhere. That sort of thing is par for the course back home.
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Wow.
"Yes, Verity. It's good to see you again, too. I'd been wondering where you were." Wait no don't stare. She ducks her head to press her cheek against Loki's hair for a moment, listening to them both with her usual care. "That's very exciting, dear. But don't either of you get too tired up with work, hmm? And no, you can't have a servant too, so don't even."
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Ahem. "I've just been busy entertaining my lady, is all. She's become rather fond of board games lately...although perhaps that's likely because she just thinks they're another way to come up with strategies." Someone may or may not have decided to play Risk with some of the younger shinki, who may or may not have shown it to Lady Bishamon, and well, you know how these things snowball.
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"Board games? I like board games," Loki puts in. "What kinds of board games? Have you tried Clue?"
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She is aware of how gods can be obsessive over new things. It came up once or twice. The reasons behind her elude her, but she learned a couple of coping mechanisms. With her Loki, bacon was usually a success lure. "Board games can be very strategic. Loki, do you think you could teach him hnefatafl?"
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"Clue is a favorite with the younger shinki. I think it's the mystery angle. Personally, I prefer Monopoly."
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"Hnefatafl," he repeats, adding, "think 'Viking chess.' One player controls the king and his retainers in the center of the board, while the other controls the enemies arrayed around the edge. Also prone to board-toppling tantrums."
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If she's trying to practice strategy, it's the sort of inevitable situation she'll have to prepare for.
"Or yeah, Monopoly's good if you want to hate capitalism."
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He probably butchered that a bit with his Japanese accent, but he's trying.
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She expects them both to take her meaning.
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"That would be greatly appreciated."
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But Kazuma understands that too, doesn't he? The things mortals do for the gods they adore.
"Have you two been enjoying the party?"
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"It is very enjoyable, yes. I just wanted to get a bit of fresh air, is all." Kazuma smiles. "You're not bothering me, for the record."
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Loki gets a grin returned. "Do you? I hadn't noticed. Remember to thank our host before you leave." So bossy!
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Sorry for the delayed reply.
No worries!
Thank you.
You be welcome!
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